About Me

My Name Is Peggy, And I'm A Biblioholic

It started early. Pat the Bunny seemed so simple. So safe. And then I met Dick and Jane, and sure, I knew that it could be habit-forming, but not me. I could stop any time I wanted to. Really.

And then they hooked me up with the Doctor. A few hits of Green Eggs and Ham and I was hooked, and hooked hard. I read everything I could get my hands on, and before you know it, I was a print junkie, jonesing for a story fix and strung out on words.

They say the first step to getting better is admitting you have a problem. Well, that ain't what you're gonna get here, darlin'! This is my safe haven to express my love of books, authors, and the act of reading, and I'm damn well gonna wallow in it.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Okay; maybe I’m exaggerating a bit. I was in grad school in Newark, New Jersey (Don’t ask.), and I was lonely and homesick. I went to a bookstore and saw a book with “Texas” on the cover: The Drive-In, by Joe R. Lansdale. I opened the book, and I was home again — a pretty weird version of home, I admit, but recognizable all the same.

From that point on, I actively sought out Texas authors, starting with those who set their stories in Texas, and eventually exploring other times and places as well. I went on a cattle drive with Gus and Call and Larry McMurtry (Lonesome Dove). I ran through Dallas in an alcoholic haze with Russell Murray and Neal Barrett, Jr., chased by a little old lady with a pillbox hat and an Uzi (Pink Vodka Blues). I was attacked by a rabid squirrel in Laborde with Hap and Leonard and Joe R. Lansdale (Bad Chili). I worked in a print shop in Austin alongside zombies, Cthulhu cultists, and William Browning Spencer (Resume With Monsters). I explored the mind of a serial killer with Mary Willis Walker (Red Scream). I romanced a moon goddess with Brad Denton (Lunatics). I investigated a murder in the court of King Tut with Lord Meren and Lynda S. Robinson (Murder in the Place of Anubis), and I visited countless possible futures with Bruce Sterling and Michael Moorcock (Schismatrix Plus and (Dancers at the End of Time).

These folks, both the imaginary and the real, have always been there for me, whether I needed a laugh or a good puzzle or a short, sharp, shock. I finally have a chance to thank them, in the best way I know how: by introducing them to you. So please, click around on Amazon or Google, or take a trip to your local bookstore and look around a bit. I’d like you to meet some friends of mine.